"What? what did you say again?" Geraldine's eyes snapped back at the old man with her eyes bulging from what she just heard from him.
"It's what the merchant says when I bought it to him at a high price. He said it's made of an ancient black Dragon scale and the person who will wield the sword must contain a lot of mana, the greater the mana absorb, the more powerful the sword's powers," The old man explained in awe but then the happiness on his face died down, "I actually took interest on that sword but my mana is too little to make it work but now that sword finally finds it's rightful owner after many years. Ah! it makes me teared up."
Geraldine smiled and makes the sword back to its original size and tapped the owner's shoulder, "I'll take care of this sword, don't worry as it will be in good hands."
